Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Jack's Pumpkin Spice Ale

Now this isn't the sort of thing I go in for much but I felt obliged to at least try it for the sake of my readers. The side of the six pack described it this way: "This all-malt ale is brewed with golden delicious pumpkins and select seasonal spices including nutmeg, ginger, cinnamon, and clove." It also mentions The International Bitterness Unit to be a 15. As a writer about beer, I am more than a little ashamed that I have no idea what this means.

"So how does it taste," you ask. Heavy on the spice, light on the pumpkin. It was so spicy that it made me thirsty and I had to get a cheap domestic beer to wash it down. It is an interesting diversion, but I would never drink more than one at a sitting, and after trying it, I don't think I'll be buying any more but it might make for an interesting treat after a hay ride, weiner roast, or a trip to the haunted house.

Enjoy the season, but look for the Octoberfest beers or the Winter beers first and leave Jack on the shelf.

You forgot to mention that this is a Budweiser product-- part of their seasonal fayre including Burbon Cask Ale (winter) Beach Bum Blonde Ale (Summer) aaaand something in the spring that eludes me for th' moment.

I don't remember it being THAT spicy, but maybe I had the Bloo Moon stuff instead. Got any left?? I can be over in 10 minutes.

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